You—It’s jolly of you to confide in me. ’ ‘Will you have done, Gerald?’ demanded Hilary, exasperated. As the novel grew Ruth was astonished to see herself enter and dominate it: sometimes as she actually was, with all her dreams reviewed—as if he had caught her talking in her sleep. The person, shortly afterwards ushered into the room, seemed by the imperfect light,—for the evening was advancing, and the chamber darkened by heavy drapery,—to be a middle-sized middle-aged man, of rather vulgar appearance, but with a very shrewd aspect. A hazy face appeared through the fog of sleep, pale and thin and looming. Nuns, I mean. . “I am sorry,” he said slowly.
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